“A helluva place to lose a cow!” – Ebenezer Bryce, c 1874
Here we are at Bryce Canyon again, and it’s looking a lot busier than it did in 1992 – we turned out for sunrise yesterday to share the Sunrise Point overlook with a coachload of Chinese tourists, and all the car parks get pretty full during the day. The drive from Capitol Reef was easier than it was then, with good weather over the Boulder Mountain pass at 9600ft, and no snow blowing around.
And yes, it’s more eroded sandstone! This one is called Chimney Rock, and we climbed up the hillside behind it. To me, it should be called The Sphinx.
We spotted the sign as we were driving towards Capitol Reef – with a name like that, we had to have a look.
It was fascinating, and being Good Friday, was full of families – little kids all over the place, jumping on the hoodoos and clambering up the cliffs.
It was a long day – up at 4am for sunrise in Arches, then 200 odd miles driving, as well as a couple of hours in Goblin Valley.
Moab is situated in a valley with towering red sandstone cliffs at the sides. It’s the off road driving capital of the USA, and over Easter (which we had forgotten about) they have the Easter Jeep Safari. The town was stuffed to the gills with highly modified Jeeps – hundreds and hundreds of them! They mostly arrived towed behind big motorhomes, so the campgrounds were all full to bursting. We were lucky to get half a tent site.
There are two National Parks and a State Park accessible from here.
Dead Horse Point State Park
Here, the San Juan River tries to outdo the Colorado at Horseshoe Bend, by doing three twirls instead of just the one. I was determined to get a shot with all three, but it’s impossible to get a good one unless you fly over, as you can see from this pano. It looks as though all we need to do is walk forward, but that red bit is metres below us, and actually lower than the tops of the mounds.
